Letting Go



I’ve written several times about letting go.  I’ve let go of behaviors and attitudes and old books and papers that I’ve had filed away for 10 years.  Recently I let go of one of my Nia classes.  If you’re a reader of my blog, then you know how passionate I am about sharing Nia, so this was not some airy-fairy decision; the decision was made fairly quickly, however, having checked in with my inner Goddess I knew it was the right thing to do.

When I first started teaching Nia, Tuesday night was my biggest class.  For the past year though, Tuesday night has dwindled in attendance…not for the fact that my students have forsaken Nia for some other form of exercise — there is truly none better than Nia — but simply due to the hectic lives that we all lead these days.  (As an aside, I cannot believe it is actually November already…where the heck did this year go?)  

So it with a titch of sadness that I let go of my Tuesday night class.  I was sensing a shift and this is what manifested.  I rolled with it and it feels right.  My last Tuesday class found several of my regular students in attendance to say farewell…it was bittersweet.  We all understood.  We all acknowledged a shift was necessary.  We all celebrated and gave thanks.

And now I get to see what falls into that open space…”sometimes things fall apart in order for other things to fall into place.”

So adios to Tuesday night Nia and welcome the dancing through life with the creative process!!!


The Natural Me


I was reading a friend’s Facebook post.  She had decided to let her natural hair color grow out (she’s a bottle redhead, like me).  The picture above is what I imagine my natural hair color to be — it’s a chestnut brown with two silver streaks (some might call the color “gray”, I prefer silver, thank you very much) at both of my temples.  I’ve been coloring my hair red pretty much all of my life.  When I was in my early 20’s I was a blonde, a redhead, a brunette and once it was a beautiful magenta — almost dark purple.  But why do I color it now?  Because redheads have more fun?  Because all the ads on TV were about “covering the gray?”  Because I wanted to look younger? Dunno.  Maybe all of the above.  Maybe none of the above.  It is what it is.  And now it’s time to make a change.

I’m REEEEEALLLLY excited about this.  I’ve already contacted my hairdresser (who is a magician and a hair guru) who is in this for the long run with me.  I’m blessed to have creative thinking and doing folks in my life.

When I told my husband that I was going to be letting my hair grow back to its natural color, he said “what is it, I don’t remember!”ImageHA!  So I showed him one of our wedding reception pictures (12 years ago), which was the last time I had my hair in it’s natural state — and long.  We are both 50 years old in this picture.  It had rained during our outside wedding, so my hair is looking a teensy bit bedraggled, but basically it was chestnut brown with silver streaks at the temples.  

This is the year of expansion for me.  A year of letting go (not the same as giving up) and a year of bringing unprecedented changes to bear in my life.  I’m stepping up, stepping out, and stepping more into my greatness.  And it’s feeling good.

This may not seem like a big step to many folks (the “uncoloring” of my hair), but let me tell ya…it’s a major change for me.  I’m embracing it.  At the biological age of 62, my inner goddess is sighing a deep breath of release.  

The saucy redhead is about to become a silver fox.  And that just gives me tremendous shivers of delight.

Come and dance with me…let your own evolution of who you are emerge through the Joy of Movement.  My Nia classes are:  9:00 a.m. on Saturdays and Mondays, 5:30 p.m. on Tuesdays and 6:00 p.m. on Wednesdays.



Being Fascinated!


The colors of this autumn season are spectacular…more than I’ve ever witnessed in the 12 years that I’ve lived here.  The colors are fascinating, mesmerizing, inspiring — so much so that I used “being fascinated” as the focus for my Nia class last night.  The playlist included songs about taking a ride, being on the road and traveling by car, by plane or even a motorcycle.  It was a great class, we had a ton of fun and at the end we rolled on the floor like happy dogs in a pile of autumn leaves.  Lots of fun!

The colors — these fascinating, inspiring and mesmerizing colors — seem to be nature’s calling to the human race to WAKE UP.  As I was driving to work the other day, I was so immersed in the grandeur of the ripples and hues undulating within the leaves of the trees, the wheat fields, the coppery colors of the soy bean fields, that I suddenly became aware that I wasn’t paying attention to driving down the road.  I actually had to pull over and let the rapture of the moment totally enfold me.  Along with that rapturous feeling was a little niggling aspect of needing to really wake up — not just to be aware, but to really WAKE UP.

I’ve experienced in the relatively recent past a couple of fairly impressive taps on the shoulders (or perhaps they were kicks in the butt) from Life.  I’ve begun the process of letting go of the ways I’m used to dealing with things, letting go of the ways within which I’m most comfortable moving, letting go of the rigid dialog of judgments and opinions that just serve to keep me from experiencing the rich textures of life and love.  I say I’ve begun the process…because it is simply that…a process.  One does not decide to let go of something and POOF it’s gone.  Most of the things that we become aware of that need to be let go of are deeply ingrained in us.  It takes a bit of doing to unwind them from our muscles, fascia, bones, spine and nervous system.  Without constant conscious awareness, the process of letting go gets washed over; the complacency sets in.  The things we wish to rid ourselves of sink their teeth and claws in just a titch deeper and we we’re right back where we started.  Not a bad place to be, just not the best place to be.  

Constant conscious awareness involves the body, the mind and the emotions.  For the most part, the mind and the emotions work against one another, battling for first place; but when the mind and the emotions are in sync, in agreement, THAT is truly where the rubber meets the road.  Lots can be accomplished when the mind and emotions are in agreement.  The only way that can happen is to let go of what we think is the right thing, what we feel is the right thing — and move with what IS. 

I’m tellin’ ya, it’s quite an eye opener when the fascination for living fully in each moment becomes more important than making sure that what I think, say or do is right — or that what you think, say or do is wrong.  The colors become more vibrant.  The trees and the forrests and the fields of gold begin to speak in a language that is only available for interpretation by a pure heart and a clear mind.  Sometimes we get little glimpses of that vibrancy, and we want more.  

We can have more, however, we need to let go of some “stuff” in order to create the space for receiving more.  One has to be hungry for it.  My body craves the different colors and hues of life moving and dancing and the  tints and textures of the clothing and accessories that adorn it;  my mind craves the dancing light of awareness and clarity; and my heart craves the stellar radiance of the truth of love.  

It’s a whole new way of considering “you are what you eat.”  Are you hungry?